The rough way he bowled the dog over was really loving.

Bill got up, panting with happiness, his brown eyes rolling in his white face, and lumbered back again.

He adored Paul.

The lad frowned.
"Bill, I've had enough o' thee," he said.
But the dog only stood with two heavy paws, that quivered with love, upon his thigh, and flickered a red tongue at him.

He drew back.
"No," he said--"no--I've had enough." And in a minute the dog trotted off happily, to vary the fun.
He remained staring miserably across at the hills, whose still beauty he begrudged.